I sit among the winds of human souls
where darkness dares not speak
of storms that rock deep anguish
until it becomes
a fire inside you.
I sit among the winds of human souls where darkness dares not speak of storms that rock deep anguish until it becomes a fire inside you. These winds are more complete when they rest upon my tongue and get lost inside a dance crying “let me go” without use of a cold attitude.
No fear do I have of the years gone by, I barely knew of their passing. It seems as if their value has been exiled to a corner, left there to dream. So I can sit among the winds without a single care crashing in and demanding I have remorse for holding back the years self-esteem.
Where there is sinister intent and darkness clouds the sky, there are moments when the secrets of the wind chase the substance known as peace. I feel the heat against my body as I sit among the winds accepting kisses on my lips from years gone by, exiled............ begging for release.
I think we all at some point feel this volcanic feeling inside as if the world itself is trying to rip our limbs from our bodies. Within our own minds we are capable of finding peace of we simple take a moment. I like the strong details and the use of nature to represent the different emotions of this piece. It makes it strong and solid.
So beautiful and sensual and surreal. Its like a breathe of fresh air. I always appreciate your poems. Thanks for sharing.
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11 Years Ago
Thank you Ahmad :)
11 Years Ago
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Let the winds break their threshold and break into a storm of expression, storm of light to replace the darkness that engulfs them. Let the storm wither into countless vortices of light, to the corners of your existence, waking up the years from their exile to the island of dreams. No diamond should shine brighter than you. You totally made me feel the winds on my face, and I hear a storm coming :)
As always, you write from the heart and full of emotion. This is why your work is always beautiful, it comes from deep within, and while some words may be brighter and prettier, and some more sombre and melancholy, they always speak your truth. lovely work Neva.
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11 Years Ago
Thank you, it has been a long time. It is so good to see you.
11 Years Ago
thanks. I had a busy year, and was on hiatus, but am back now.
The secrets we keep deep within our soul are like the sculptors of our future discontentment. "Begging for release' is the only way to purge those monsters.
If we could turn back the hand of time , undo the past so that it cant haunt us . Yet we grow and learn and write because of the suffering , it inks our heart and on release putting pen to emotions it is there you touch the heart of someone else.Lovely haunting write .
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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